On the road

The longest I’ve been on a bus is 26hrs. There’s something about movement that inspires creativity. I think and I feel and I fall asleep. My shoulders soften and I breathe deeper until I doze off on my seat. There’s something comforting in knowing I’m on my way. The landscape flickers past my eyes as I look out the window – mountains, trees, roads and horses on fields bigger than my hometown are all scenes of a movie far better than what’s shown on the 19 inch TV in front of me.


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